"Sit down, there's a chair there. ”

The old man put down the body spar in his hand and said very tiredly.

Delkora pulled a chair and sat down, canceling the undead summoning. The old man pulled a chair and sat down across from him.

"Is it a freshman?" the old man finally raised his head and saw Delcora's face for the first time, "the foundation is not bad. Interested in helping me?"

“...... I'm so sorry. Delkora hesitated, but chose to tell the truth, "The study of long-range psychic communication is not the direction I am good at. ”

He already knew who the old magician in front of him was. Professor Maury Shoefina, the Grand Magister, has published many excellent papers in the study of mental power, and is a professor at the Academy of Magic, but after entering a semi-retired state of old age, he has been immersed in the research of remote magical communication technology.

Since then, the old professor has rarely appeared in public. The last time his paper was published was more than a decade ago.

“...... Yes, young people are rarely interested in this. Maury was a little disappointed, but he didn't force it, and instead said, "You should be a magician now, right?"

Was it so easily exposed?, Delkora smiled awkwardly and nodded.

He's always disguised himself as a trainee magician, and in any case, it's still a bit too shocking to be on the bronze rank when he first enters school, and he doesn't want to be the center of attention yet.

"Don't be surprised, there is an illusion magic circle around my laboratory, and the little magicians of the Black Iron Rank can't enter. Maury Sfina said, still unable to help asking, "Are you really not interested?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Shoena. I'm just a student now. Delkora was a little unbearable, but firmly refused.

Because he clearly knows that this thing is not his strong point, nor is it his liking. Although I don't know why there is no assistant in Sphena's laboratory, I am by no means the most suitable assistant candidate.

If you don't say anything else, you can't come to harm the old gentleman with your physique that goes anywhere and what happens!

"Alas...... My life is short, and I don't know if I will be able to succeed in my research. Sfina sighed, "Let's take a look at these papers." It's not a precious thing, but it might give you a little inspiration. ”

“...... Thank you, Mr. Saffina. Flattered by the stack of papers, Del Cola got up from his seat and bowed deeply to Maury Sfina.

"It doesn't have to be this way," Murray waved his hand, "go ahead, study hard, and don't let yourself down." ”

Delcora pushed the door open and walked out. Maury looked at the countless body crystals on the table and fell into a long silence.

Outside the door, Delkora held a stack of papers, full of thoughts.

The breakthrough of science and technology is very difficult, behind every successful technology is the research of many people who forget to sleep and eat, but behind the success there are countless failures in the foundation, and there are many people, when their names are marked with white flowers and black frames, they can not see their long-term goals realized.

This is the deepest sorrow of researchers.

This stack of papers should be part of Maury Sfina's research results in the past ten years, involving an in-depth study of the spiritual level. Del Cola did not intend to hide his secrets, but went to Richard, the vice president of the Academy of Magic, to publish it in the name of Mr. Sphine. He carefully tucked the paper into the ring and stepped out of the secluded corner.

It is true that it is covered with illusions, and there are simple psychic channeling magics, but as Sphina said, these spells can only be used to block mages below the Black Iron Level. Del Cora left it, and from the outside, it was just a normal wood.

"So why don't you recruit assistants at the school......" Del Cora shook his head and walked towards the spire that belonged to the Academy of Magic.

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And at this time, in the vast and endless Lanman Sea, a former son of the sea has arrived.

The vast Lanman Sea, in this era, was a no-go zone for life on land. The daily storms and waves on the ocean make a mess of the elemental stability on the surface, and the deep-sea behemoths, which are far more powerful than the terrestrial monsters, make ocean navigation extremely difficult. There have been many voyagers who have risked their lives and returned only to have left behind a record of schools of sharks and whales in the depths, schools of toothfish that can easily bite through synthetic metals, and mountain-like behemoths that occasionally rise to the top, and the mere glimpse of a battle-hardened mighty man.

Those beings may not be hostile to them.

They simply treat strange things as food.

But at the junction of the deep sea and the shallow sea, there is a unique race. They are born of water, they walk against water, and they regard the underwater world that other life fears as their eternal home. They were born with a unique sense of sea magic, domesticating fish in a special way, and establishing their own tribes and kingdoms on the sands of the seabed.

This race is called the Kraken. Fairy of the sea.

The depths of the ocean are not exposed to direct sunlight, but that doesn't mean there is no light in the depths. The Krakens have long mastered the cultivation of Glowing Moss and Crystal Coral, and by planting the former in the pores of the latter, they will be able to obtain a coral lantern that brings light. The light of this lamp can only be described as dim, but for the Kraken who have engraved dark vision in their genes, this little light is enough to survive.

But phototaxis is the nature of life, even in the deep sea. The Krakens built their burrows out of stone and sand, demarcated their territories with glowing moss, and turned shallow seas rich in aquatic weeds into pastures. Where there is light in the deep sea, there is a Siren's village, and where there is light, there is a Siren's city.

Today is the day of the great contest between the tribes of the Kraken, and it is also the day when the kings of the tribes meet and discuss important matters. Originally, the Kraken clan did not have this tradition, but since decades ago, the wise men of the Kraken clan chose to come into contact with life on land and brought advanced calendars and knowledge from the continent, the kings of various tribes have invariably chosen to meet on this day.

As for the young Kraken warriors, they don't care if what's on land good or bad, and they don't care what the kings decide on that day. They are simply looking forward to this day. Because only on this day, the Kraken clan, which is forbidden to fight among themselves, will allow members to fight against each other, and the Kraken warriors can show their own tribe's Siren girls that they are stronger than their competitors and win the favor of the girls. And warriors who have feuded in grazing and hunting can also choose to play fair on this day and learn about hatred.

However, maiming and lethality are not allowed. Any Kraken who deprives his people of their life without their permission will be punished by permanent banishment to the deep sea. And even the mighty Kraken warriors find it difficult to survive in the deep sea, where giant beasts are everywhere and there is no light.

This is also a last resort. The Kraken tribe simply can't afford the senseless loss of population.

But these things are still the sole concern of the wise kings and elders. Ordinary warriors just hunt and herd. Illita, a warrior of the Tarta tribe, thought.

The Tarta tribe is not the most powerful tribe, and Irita is just an ordinary merfolk warrior. But it's an annual convention that all adult Krakens are eligible to attend, and Irita certainly doesn't want to miss it. He had not been an adult for a long time, and he had never seen a kraken from another tribe since he was a child. But he had heard that some tribes had krakens whose heads were as big as their bodies, some of which had tentacles several meters long on their faces, some of them had no legs and a huge tail, and some of them were taller than the three of them......

He grew up listening to the stories of the merfolk who had attended the tournament, and the compliments he received when those who had defeated the warriors of other tribes at the tournament returned. He didn't expect himself to stand on the jousting platform, but if a warrior from his tribe was going up to fight, he would cheer them on seriously below, and then treat him with the best silver-scaled fish.

That's what he thought.

"Are you calling me?"

Ilita stood in front of a coral forest. He had been following the large army, but he heard a strange call. He asked a lot of people, but no one heard the voice, and the voice told him to go here, and he came over.

He knows the road, there are no harmful fish here, there will be no danger.

Next to the coral forest, he finally saw the fish-men of other tribes he imagined—three of his height, with fish tails, and a trident, who looked very powerful.

"Which tribe are you a kraken? are you lost?" asked Irita curiously, two strings of bubbles popping out of her cheeks.

"I, I'm from the Aichias tribe. Do you know this tribe?"

"The Aichia tribe?" Ilita thought for a moment, "Haven't you heard of a small tribe somewhere?"

“...... yes, small tribes. The strange Kraken paused and said, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to the Kaya tribe for the convention," Ilita shook the long coral with sharp stones tied to her hand, "are you going too?"

"Well, I'm going too. The strange kraken nodded, then looked at the coral spear in his hand, "Are you fighting with this weapon?"

"This kind of weapon, do we all use this?" asked Irita, puzzled, "don't you use a coral spear? Ah, your weapon is made of stone, right? I've heard that some tribes use sharpened stones as weapons!"

"......" The strange kraken suddenly fell silent, and a strange expression appeared on his face...... Like crying?

Elita didn't understand, maybe the krakens of other tribes liked to cry.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm lost, where are the Kaya tribes going?"

"It's over there, half a day's walk away!" Ilita gestured in a direction. The strange kraken nodded, flicked its tail, and swam towards the Kaya tribe.

"He's swimming so fast......" Ilita looked at his back in the distance, "the fish's tail is so powerful......"